Something Infinite

I'm still thrilled over the rain yesterday! I keep playing with the photos.

The Other Side of the River

                                                 (one unnumbered section, dated 2004)

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It's linkage I'm talking about

                         and harmonies and structures

And all the various things that lock our wrists to the past.

Something infinite behind everything appears,

                                                             and then disappears.

It's all a matter of how

                                    you narrow the surfaces.

It's all a matter of how you fit in the sky.

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Charles Wright

The Oxford Book of American Poetry, edited by David Lehman, Oxford University Press, 2006. page 921.

The layout of this poem on the page supports the text meaningfully. Wright is very good at this.

It is a technique I love. Try reading this short passage aloud. Sleep tight.